Bibliography - Nautical, 1798

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Short Title Nautical, 1798 
Title Nautical Songster, The 
Pages 64 
Publisher Keatinge, Henry 
Location AoA 
Date 1798 
Place Baltimore 
Data Place AoA: E34167 
Comments  
First Line Page Verses
How blest the life a sailor leads  5-6 
Yarmouth roads are right a-head, The  6-8 
Ye ling'ring winds that feebly blow  8-9 
Tho' winter spreads his drear domain  9-10 
If a sailor would not like a lubber appear  11 
Come all hands ahoy to the anchor  11-13 
Cold blew the wind, no gleam of light  14-15 
Her mouth, with a smile  15-16 
Billet-doux, oh! didst thou hear, The  16 
Tho' Bacchus may boast of his care killing bowl  17-18 
Whither my love, ah! whither art thou [sic]  18 
Ye gents, give ear to me I pray  19-21 
Soft zephyr on thy balmy wing  21-22 
When fair Susan I left, with a heart full of woe  22-23 
When I had scarcely told sixteen  23-24 
In storms when clouds obscure the sky  24-25 
Breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, The  25-26 
When gen'rous wine expands the soul  27 
Bold Jack the sailor, here I come  28-29 
What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove  29-30 
I sail'd from the downs in the Nancy  31-32 
Wand'ring sailor ploughs the main, The  33 
Patriot exil'd far from home, The  33-35 
Ye vile swinish herd, in the stye of taxation  35-36 
Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly  37-38 
Good people all attend to me, I'll sing you a merry tale, sir  38-41 
Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear  41-42 
Sea was calm, the sky serene, The  42-43 
When seated with Sall, all my mess-mates around  43-44 
Sweet is the ship, that under sail  44-46 
Turban'd Turk, who scorns the world, The  46-47 
When the anchor's weighed & the ships unmoor'd  47-49 
'Twas post meridian, half past four  49-51 
To distant shores the breezy wind  51-52 
Sailor, on the top-mast, A  52-53 
'Twas Saturday-night, the twinkling stars  53-55 
Sailor and an honest heart, A  55-56 
Adieu my gallant sailor, obey thy duty's call  56-57 
When thirst of gold enslaves the mind  58 
My heart's soft emotions admit no disguise  59-60 
How imperfect is expression  60-61 
'Tis said we vent'rous die hard, when we leave the shore  61-62 
Luff, luff, my lads, the gale increases  63 
Jove's a God of ten thousand, the monarch I know  64 
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